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want inbox spam?

// then like this and i’ll invade your inbox with memes, prompts, whatever comes to mind! i’m lurking and just kinda in a meh funk. so let me give ya some attention. :D

[chris-woods]

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[melamemea]

drunken confession.

your muse is drinking with mine and has been given the chance to question my muse anything they want to know. some may be triggering, others won’t. send me a 🍻+ the question you want to ask my muse for a tipsy, drunken ( honest ) answer.

“ what’s holding you back in life ?”

“ is everything alright? ”

“ when did you choose to give up ?”

“ what’s the kinkiest thing you have ever done ?”

“ how many have you slept with ?”

“ what’s your biggest secret ?”

“ do you believe in love ?”

“ what’s the meanest thing you have done ?”

“ what scares you more than anything ?”

“ have you ever considered running away ?”

“ do you love me ?”

“ what’s your dirtiest fantasy ?”

“ who hurt you ?”

“ what made you this way ?”

“ is there anyone special in your life ?”

“ why are you always smiling ?”

“ what lie have you told that hurt someone ?”

“ if you could do anything in world, what would it be ?”

“ who are you, really ?”

“ is there anything you regret ?”

“ what’s your biggest regret ?”

“ tell me about your first kiss ?”

“ what is your deepest, darkest fear ?”

“ is there anyone you regret kissing ?”

“ have you ever cheated, or been cheated on ?”

“ what is the most embarrassing thing in your room ?”

“ who have you loved, but they didn’t love you back ?”

“ is there something you have never told anyone ?”

“ when was the last time you cried ?”

“ how come you keep running away ?”

“ have you ever made someone cry ?”

“ if anything, what makes you hate a person ?”

“ what takes for you to fall in love, trust someone ?”

“ do you believe in true love ?”

“ what have you done that people would judge you most for doing ?”

“ do you regret letting me close ?”

“ is there someone you have a crush on ?”

“ what is the strangest place you have ever had sex ?”

“ tell me your most awkward date story ?”

“ do you ever get scared ?”

“ what do you really think of life ?”

add your own for further development.

[vhsmeme]

* mini starter call

send a word for a starter. feel free to combine prompts.

‘ dial ’ for a phone call starter

‘ beep ’ for a texting starter

‘ silence ’ for a nonverbal starter

‘ sun ’ for a good morning starter

‘ moon ’ for a goodnight starter

‘ care ’ for a sick starter

‘ hurt ’ for an injured starter

‘ zzz ’ for a tired starter

‘ recovery ’ for a hospital starter

‘ heart ’ for a caring starter

‘ onion ’ for an angsty starter

‘ trouble ’ for a worrisome starter 

‘ boo ’ for a scared starter

‘ lull ’ for a comforting starter 

‘ balloon ’ for a happy starter

‘ rawr ’ for a silly starter

‘ grump ’ for a bad mood starter

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update! one down..uh..a ways to go. :D

// this’ll be ongoing and reblogged as i add more verses/info to be seen! ofc i would get to the zombies first. what can i say? that’s how i roll. eep!

verse:

.preaching the end of the world (twd)

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indie fandomless FDNY based original character with additional verses in prodigal son, twd, post apocalyptic, far cry 5, & more!

created by: dixon

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oh hey. remember this goober??

// well he back. gonna update some of his stuff and have him fandomless with aus for each fandom i want him in. otherwise?? i’m dusting this cutie off and seeing where to go with him. i have a lot of ideas in my head of things i want for this guy but haven’t really kicked them off. however. i really want to. cause there’s some good potential with this dude and i got plenty of thoughts in my head about him.

current aus will be: prodigal son -- main au the walking dead far cry 5 mcu upcoming aus: tba

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chapter ten: it’s about who we are now verse: the walking dead

Alexander grew up in a well off family on Long Island, New York. His father was a retired Colonel in the United States Marine Corps and his mother worked for Pfzier Pharmaceuticals in the city. They had hopes in Alexander that they drove into him from the moment he began schooling. High expectations and even higher consequences should he not meet them was ingrained in who he was from the start. A push to excel that he took seriously and rarely ever fell out of line throughout his youth.

He was expected to follow in the footsteps of his parents and he did. Attending West Point Academy right out of high school. A blessing in disguise as the  middle of his freshman year, all hell broke loose in the form of the dead coming back to life. What happened from then on out was a blur.

A relationship on the brink of disaster because no matter how many promises you make to ‘stay together’ after graduation, life can pull you in different directions. Parents who he planned on seeing as soon as winter break started. Studies. Early morning meets. None of it mattered the moment the sirens went off throughout the Academy.

Briefings, assignments, thrown into the mess that no one was truly prepared to face a week in? The young cadets barely had time to get their ears wet before they were thrown in to assist  one of the temporary National Guard bases just outside town. None of them were especially prepared for when the camp was overrun as the dead escaped the bombing and attempt at annihilation that failed to rid the outposts being overridden from the spill over from New York City and it’s suburbs.

The first night was hell. Round after round of bullets littered the ground. Blood and groans of his fallen brothers and sisters in arms were practically drowned out by the sickeningly hollow mumbles of the dead outside their makeshift barracks. Their safe place wasn’t going to last.. There wasn’t enough bullets in the world to hold back what was coming at them and people were talking. If the military was going to burn an entire city block in hopes of getting ahead of a problem so many of them were starting to think they couldn’t get ahead of? What else were they capable of..?

A pact made when the truth was given to them on the first meeting wasn’t something Alex planned on actually happening but when Brian came to his cot in the middle of the night? The pair knew when they had to cut their losses and take off on their own. Gathered supplies, the bare minimum to make it out and away through a vantage point that Brian spotted on his watch? Alex and Brian took their weapons, some extra ammo, their bags and fought their way to an abandoned set of railroad tracks they followed as far as they could. Never once allowing themselves to look back no matter how bad their stomachs twisted with every step.

The outpost fell a day and a half later.

(to be continued)

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interaction call!

// missed this boy and i’m lurking tonight. give this a like and i’ll invade your inbox, come plot with you or both! open to all mutuals. whether we’ve interacted or not. consider this an icebreaker!

[mcavoy]

The person I reblogged this from is awesome as fuck.

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an original character created by: dixon main versed in prodigal son with additional verses in twd, criminal minds, post apocalyptic, far cry 5, & more!

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brightprofiler‌.

everything in him is shouting to turn around  ,  NOT to get into that ambulance  . malcolm despises hospitals and the thought of it is sending him into a near fit  ,  which he hides well  .  once they get him hooked up to a monitor though the heartrate will give him away and blood pressure will be through the roof  . by now malcolm knows that observant people will question his actions  ,  narrow their brows at his behavior  .  he is who he is and he knows that he cannot be CHANGED  .  

dizziness sets in enough that the profiler needs to stop for a few moments  ,  the spinning in his head isn’t dissipating and his chest feels heavy  .  he may teeter on his feet but does not fall over despite feeling that hand hovering over him ready to catch should he fall  . a glance over his shoulder with a narrowing of eyes and a hint of a grin should tell the medic all that he needs to know with just how stubborn malcolm bright is  .  “ let’s just say that I’ve probably should have filled one by now  ,  but i do not go as much as they think i should  .  “ malcolm lets out a hint of a laugh  ,  but comes out in a cough instead at the uber crack  . funny  . 

shaky hands grip the sides of the ambulance once they reach it to help pull himself in  .malcolm does as instructed by taking a seat on the beach  and watches every mood made by the EMT  .  “ Alright  … i gotta warn you i’m kind of an escape artist  … “ 

That grin. Alex swears Malcolm just gave him a warning. He doesn’t notice that it turned the bridge of his nose pink that spread into his cheeks. Just a little dusting of color. And he ignores how he wants to smile back by just jutting up both his brows and motioning for him to move at his own pace. He’s got to swallow before he continues on. Hey, he can crack a grin at the reply to his light tease right? So, he does. “I’m not sure that’s something that I should worry about even more. Or who I’m going up against in comparison to standards you’ve got. Considering you’re a professional at going to the hospital then? Try to take it easy on me..”

Brows pinch together at the cough. “We’ll take care of that soon, I promise.” His words are soft but the pause lasts for a few more steps until Malcolm’s settled and he tsks before shaking his head. “No. I just asked you to take it easy on me. Easy does not include you showing me I’ve attempted to catch Houdini and keep him in my rig. Got it?” He narrows his eyes like he expects to be taken seriously. “No jumping out at a red light. Until we get those lungs clear, you won’t be hard to catch but I’d rather spare us both the running at this hour.”

“It’s just air..” He offers an oxygen mask towards Malcolm for him to take and put on himself. “Only, you know, not New York City air. For some reason? This stuff works so much better at helping people breathe.” A pulse oximeter’s held open for Malcolm to slide his finger into. Since he’s a regular at hospitals, he’ll know the drill. “How long were you in there and how are you feeling now?”

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@fbiartist​ || non - sexual acts of dominance || [ swat ] your muse swatting mine’s hand away from something they’re not supposed to touch.

Long past midnight and they’re still in the same, little office. Packed together while they give their reports for the scene they were called to. First Responders walking into the middle of a murder scene is nothing new in New York City. This one, though? Alex blanched towards the ceiling, elbow bent on the desk he’s sitting next to and he chews against the corner of his jutted out thumb trying not to feel that twist inside his stomach when his nose fills with the phantom smell of that place. He swears to God, the second he gets home, he’s throwing himself in the hottest shower he possibly can.

Tired eyes roll shut and he remembers someone’s due back in the room when she clears her throat to announce her presence. Ziva’s been checking in. Making sure the last of the stragglers are okay. Maybe just by being a presence but Alex knows from watching her that she cares. Enough she saw the trouble in his eyes. How his skin grew pale when he stared at the ceiling. How long had she been there? Something caught her eye. A flash of silver and thin leather that fell out from his cuff. It glistened in the fluorescent overhead lights.

A compliment. She liked his bracelet. Where did he get it? No one was supposed to see it there. Tucked carefully away under his sleeve where it’s meant to stay. Her fingers were closing in on his wrist. Without thinking, his free hand jerked into motion. Too half-asleep. That’s the excuse he’d use. Rather than it just being instinct. Fingers gently (perhaps that is instinct, too..to be gentle like this?) but purposefully swept against her hand to nudge it back towards her and away from him. A medical alert on the underside of the meticulously crafted bracelet (a sure sign of what it was flipped over in the process was the Caduceus Symbol etched in the center accented in darker silver).

Alex’s lips parted in shock at himself. “I’m sorry. I--just. You weren’t supposed to see that,” color burst into his cheeks and bled down his neck, “I didn’t mean to--. It’s just been a long day.”

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"Be somebody who makes everybody feel like a somebody." — Unknown. Thanks for always making me feel like a somebody!! Sending lots of love your way.

// thank you for being someone who always makes anyone you come in contact with feel like a somebody. and not only a somebody but a somebody that’s truly cared for and wished good things for. you’re so brilliantly bright. i adore ya. sending all the love back!

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@brightprofiler​​ || text meme || [ 📱 — sms ] where are you?

[ sms >> malcolm ] sorry it took me this long to reply. [ sms >> malcolm ] i wasn’t ignoring you. [ sms >> malcolm ] call last second and it isn’t a good scene. [ sms >> malcolm ] we’ve been relieved for now but most of us are sticking close by to make sure everything’s really okay before we really go. shouldn’t be too much longer.

a minute or so later. dots stutter between the actual entry.

[ sms >> malcolm ] i’m going to need a drink after this.

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brightprofiler‌.

his heart pounds frantically enough in his chest that he swears its going to implode  .  its been so long since the prospect of THIS has happened that malcolm is allowing his nerves to get the best of him  . his anxiety is telling him to stop this right this minute  .  he’ll only embarass himself  .  the voice in the back of his mind  ,  the one that seems to know everything he misses is telling him this will only end badly  . 

shouldn’t he be allowed to be loved   ??  doesn’t he deserve this attention after everything he’s been through  ?? he just needs to shut every thing off and ACCEPT this for what it is  . pure trust that alex has EARNED and malcolm had let himself to get close to the man  .  to  … possibly LOVE him  .  at least put his life in the man’s hands and trust him with everything he has with it  .

his own words cauase the wall of hesitation to crumble around alex  , and in an instant  ,  buttons fling across the floor and alex’s mouth is on him  . everything moves so incredibly fast that his mind is having a hard time keeping up  . stop overanalyzing malcolm  .  STOP  . let this be! this isn’t random and he KNOWS alexander possibly more than anyone  . 

once his bareback hits the fireplace  ,  he hisses at the cold surface on his already hot skin but it seeps into a groan slender digits brace himself over alex’s shoulder  ,  and for half a second he considers stopping this but those lips on him feel too good and as the fingers fidget with his belt his other hand slips into the short hair on the back of alex’s neck  .  a silent invitation to keep this going  .  

Alex’s head is a rushing mess of everything he’s wanted to do. Everything he’s thought about. Everything he’s needed and ached for. All of it being wide open and welcomed to be done? His heart’s rushing too fast. He can hear his pulse in his ears. Or is that Malcolm’s? Going a million miles and hour and it’s showing no signs of slowing down. Swirling inside his belly is a want that’s broken wide open after being under careful lock and key for a very long time. Forever. It’s been forever. And he’s waited because...fuck. He loves him. The idea’s been there for a while but thinking through it? Mixed with this? The depth of it kicks him in the chest. 

Dazed eyes open and he peers at Malcolm’s face, tilting his head to peek up at him, and only seeing so much. But it’s enough. Alex sinks to his knees trailing kisses all the way down until gravity takes over and he lands solidly. Lips swollen from their work smirk up at him before he licks over his bottom one and tugs the corner of it between his teeth. Deft fingers free the belt from it’s buckle. The button and zipper of Malcolm’s pants don’t take much work to open right after. For now, it’s all the room he needs.

Trailing his gaze down the length of Malcolm’s body causes him to draw in a deep breath at the sight. “How can one person be so beautiful,” he asks with a breathless whisper before the tip of his tongue traces the waistline of his briefs. “It’s not fair.” Now, he teases. Before his lips press a kiss to the faint line of hair stemming from just underneath Malcolm’s belly button that disappears into the fabric.

Hands shift. He grips the edges of belt, briefs and pants and lowers them down to bare his hip. That’s where he moves next, groaning at the flavor he presses the flat part of his tongue against before marking him there. Unabashedly claiming him as his as the flesh turns pink that will darken. His tongue follows, nudging at the sensitive spot and even dipping inside the front of his briefs. Close but not quiet before it slips back up again and the process starts all over.

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brightprofiler‌.

there’s no denying that alex is right  .  colette has a personal vendetta against him  ,  and pushing him out of every single thing is starting to wear thin  .  getting angry and pushing back isn’t going to be what gets him back in her good graces though  .  that ship has sailed long ago  .  malcolm can see the instant intensity shown at the scolding that alex is given  ,  which hadn’t really been malcolm’s intention at all  .  

arms folded across his chest when leaning back against the desk behind him  . eyes ocassionally shift towards the office waiting for the woman to make her appearance to , no doubt , give the profiler a scolding of his own  . his heart was in the right place  ,  but they both need to be able to keep their cool until all of this blows over  .  a slight smile lifts at the apology given  ,  he is impressed   ,  he’ll have to admit it  .  or not  .  it won’t be said  out loud  .  “ did she say anything  ??  i bet she’s pretty furious right about now though  .  “ 

Fingers lace together behind his back. Until he thinks better of it and swings them from his hips, shoulders hitching in a shrug. “I’m not sure if I gave her enough time to speak up for herself. Honestly? I don’t really care to listen. She’s done nothing to deserve it with the way she treats you.” It’s demeaning, hateful and spiteful. Yes, Malcolm is a risk to himself. Possibly to others. Considering the chances he takes can be extreme to some levels (to many levels if you ask him off the record--and it worries him so many times) and his disregard for his personal safety. Something that can truly catch up to him from time to time. Thus how they met. But. Does he deserve to be treated the way she seems to enjoy? No.

Alexander deflates. Blue eyes shift their gaze towards the floor again and he fidgets by scratching at the scruff on his cheek. “If she’s concerned about you, she could treat you human enough to give you a chance to explain yourself. Rather than try to ice you out of doing what you love. Yes, I’m sure she’s pissed off.” A small, shy (guilty) grin twists onto his mouth and he dares a glance back up into those eyes staring into his. “Doesn’t she only work in various degrees of pissed off anyway? So? Is this anything new? From what you’ve told me..it seems her normal.”